the way you twirl your hair with your finger when you're reading your favorite book, brings me on an adventure that I've never been on before.
the way you bite your lip when you watch your favorite sad movie,
darling, your tears never cease to fascinate me.
the way you gaze out the window of my passenger seat, admiring the scenery blurring by, makes it hard to focus on the road in front.
I love how your hot tea puts fog on your glasses when you sit near the window to talk to your mother on the phone.
I love when we talk about things here, now and to come.
My dream is you and to make you happy because you deserve the greatest of the commandments.
Even when you smile,
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
the way you twirl your hair with your finger when you're reading your favorite book, brings me on an adventure that I've never been on before.
the way you bite your lip when you watch your favorite sad movie,
darling, your tears never cease to fascinate me.
the way you gaze out the window of my passenger seat, admiring the scenery blurring by, makes it hard to focus on the road in front.
I love how your hot tea puts fog on your glasses when you sit near the window to talk to your mother on the phone.
I love when we talk about things here, now and to come.
My dream is you and to make you happy because you deserve the greatest of the commandments.
Even when you smile,
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